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letra de ma'at - m.j rastah

[verse 1: m.j rastah]

feel hopeless as roughing the heat
feel despair for the rough of the streets
used to open up the can to tuna brimmed with glee
heard a soulful symphony
of waves and synced concophony
buried in coffins, and coughing up concoctions
of conduits to heal tragedy
dialed up, heard a miss call tone from centre link
it’s the truth for those without family
friends, connections, and/or money
their will to live and to strive
replaced by the nighttime
sinful heroines now with lights
up in their eyes
shoot through their fight
to combat withheld demons
a frozen pit to the deep end
peripheral epiphanies
strike hope by then reaching
outta that type –
o negative in the pipe
we lift our kites to the sky
we chug coronas and rise
societal norms contributing
to the degradation of youthful minds
like little tiny landmines
each exploding in every section onsite

[hook: m.j rastah] x2

it’s not the will of the past
it’s the strength of your march!
it’s the strength of your march!
till fires liven with the celebration of your own ma’at

of your own ma’at… of your own ma’at…

[verse 2: m.j rastah]

and i sing so sad with no soulful warmth
to breed out the popular raff
fl1ck a switch and attack
the coward punch by your back
knocked lifeless another eighty-years of future format
tables are turning, bridges are burning
labels start churning ridges of curdling
blood, sweat and a tear
while other contemporaries
counter with ill degrees
abusive as the police
dredging up sludge for the weak
a top-down view with a leak
inner aussie animosity
constantly lulling onlookers into atrocity
napoleon exile and banishment of curiosity
sent a shiver shrilling-begging between you and me, not to leave
commonly sent to spark audibly louder powers
consciously wept and hark honestly sour flowers
where quant-ty over quality filled a self-dugout prophecy
prophezising permeable prose and perambulating prodigies
who slumped-slouched properly and sloppily
from a modestly set to an oddity for a wantonly
routine break in the mesh
feel viscous breaths unless
closing in all around
dripping confidence off the brow of your crown
divorced from a state within your own town
feel your personality bleeding at the complacent and loud
both tearing down, your inhibitions and sounds
gl-sses tinted so perception looks unarmed
delivering page upon page of soul-crushing firing spell bounds

[hook: mj rastah] x3

- m j rastah

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